The Apple on that Tree

I am onto that tree
I am the color of red
That infuriates me …
I am a lover never a hater

I am on the tree …
Being held by gravity
Where you can’t touch me
Am free to do what I please

I am onto that tree …
Am that apple on that tree
You can’t disturb me …
Because God with me

I am onto that tree …
Did I have enough of you? I had to pause!
As you made me crack like a broken dish
You go to the beach, change onto a fish

You got to run away
Take those waves
Swim away …
You will become one’s dinner

It is not my wish
It was He …
Telling you this
You should had be nice

You had to think…